Gasoline tanks unearthed from the QT next door to the old Paul’s Donuts shop (also demolished).
Contradiction? The small sign attached to the fence says “Danger–Hard Hat Area.”
Define “safe”
Christmas cheer
We finished wrapping Christmas gifts today and then I saw this on Facebook.
Speaking of Packer fans . . .
Speaking of breeding Packer fans, I was looking at old photos and found this one of Ted and Teddy when Teddy was seven months old. Yes, those Wisconsin folks start developing Packer fans early.
Still too small for the cap, but he’s in the hallowed green and gold.
Fruit for all
All the holiday preparations in addition to our normal activities made yesterday a long day at the end of a long week. I spent far too much time figuring out how to make my Christmas letter idea work. By the time the light bulb came on with the simple solution, hours had passed and I knew the letter’s text by heart–a situation that has a negative effect on proofreading.
Ted and I finished the Christmas cards and letters job and had everything ready to mail when I decided to enjoy the letter and read it once more, just for pleasure. And that’s when I saw the typo and knew we had to re-print and re-stuff all the letters.
Happy birthday, Honey
Today we went out for lunch to celebrate Ted’s birthday. The venue was an easy choice, since he had a birthday coupon for a free lunch entreé. It’s December, so it’s cold and there’s a very light drizzle that’s icing a little bit on the hard surfaces, but the food was warm and good and our hearts were warm and sunny.
Bang!
Yesterday, Ted watched Teddy, who wasn’t feeling well enough to go to school. While they were sitting in the living room and petting the new cat, eight-year-old Teddy blurted out, “I just don’t get the Big Bang. I mean, what started it?”
Since the scientific community has not yet definitively figured that out, maybe Teddy will be the one to do it.
I wasn’t kidding
In a previous post, I mentioned that they breed Packer fans in Wisconsin. Today, my cousin proved my point when he posted a picture of his new granddaughter on Facebook.
Eleven weeks old and dressed in Packer green and gold from head to toes.
It’s in my stars
I rarely check my newspaper horoscope, but Ted solved the Sudoku puzzle and left the open page on the counter today. Imagine my surprise when I saw I was going to have a five-star day filled with “wild scenarios” and will need to go with more of my “flights of fancy.”
Out with the old, . . .
In Spring 1967, when I was in college, I bought a four-year-old sewing machine, including the cabinet, for $100 and have been using it ever since. I’ve often thought of replacing my sewing machine, but I don’t sew nearly as much as I used to, so I couldn’t justify the cost.
Two weeks ago, I was altering a pair of trousers and reached my limit. Fabrics have evolved a great deal since 1967, and my 53-year-old machine left me extremely dissatisfied with my results. I told Ted it felt like asking him to make a weather forecast for this weekend using only the tools he had in the 1970s when a three-day forecast was a new idea–it can be done, but not without challenges and the certainty that you could have done much better using today’s updated models and tools. I decided the time had come for a new sewing machine.
I thought, researched, and shopped, and today I took the plunge and bought a new sewing machine and a serger, with the option to buy a cover stitch machine at a later date if I decide I need one. I’m betting the new machines will make the remainder of my trouser alteration project easier and will produce better results.
My trusty 53-year-old sewing machine. It never needed a repair.
From my old machine’s instruction manual. Notice that it is billed as “the greatest sewing machine ever built.” I can’t disagree.
My new sewing machine on the left; its case in the back; the serger on the right.
It looks like my old $100 sewing machine could bring $425 on eBay. Yes, I have all those original pieces.
Christmas concert
Last night, we were able to attend Teddy’s school Christmas concert. They always have such cute songs in the elementary school programs that I thoroughly enjoy the concerts.
This year, the story line was about a dog who wanted to sing with the choir, but could only howl out of tune. The other choir members didn’t want the dog in the group, until one of them thought of the perfect songs they could sing so that everyone (even the dog) could be a part of the Christmas spirit.
It was a happy ending to the story–except for Teddy, who thought there should have been some cookies for all those weeks of practicing the songs.
Teddy is on the left, at two o’clock, above the head of the lady in the bright blue shirt.
Our favorite elf.
Following precedent?
Note: For good laughter therapy, google “Obama Biden memes.”
(Literal) doses of reality
It’s starting to seem very real that John and I will be going to India eight weeks and two days from now (February 9-18). I got my typhoid and hepatitis A shots this morning and the prescription for my malaria prevention medication will be called out later today.
Shopping can be fun
I’m not much of a shopper. I like to have a list of what I’m going to buy; go directly to the store, aisle, and shelf where it’s located; make my selection; and leave. A friend of mine once told me that when she enters a store, the merchandise whispers “Buy me, buy me” to her. I told her that when I enter a store, the voices tell me “Go home. You don’t belong here.”
That said, Ted and I went Christmas shopping on Main Street in the Historic District of St. Charles over the weekend. We were very successful in our shopping, which probably took an hour or so, and then we spent over three hours walking around and enjoying all the holiday activities offered in this pretty, historic, 16-block business district, with its specialty shops and restaurants.
The Historic District dates back to the 1600s and is a year-round tourist destination. Over the holidays, however, it’s an exceptionally special and unique place to visit. The afternoon begins with a parade of all the performing period characters and groups. There are Santas (or versions thereof) dressed to represent international personas of him from many countries, and historic characters in period dress. The Santas and historic characters walk the sidewalks all afternoon and mingle with the shoppers, telling stories about who and what they represent. Carolers perform at the Main Street gazebo as a group, and in trios and quartets as they walk around the District, also in historic dress. A drum and fife corps regularly marches and plays its way up and down Main Street. Restaurants and kiosks offer hot chocolate and freshly-baked cookies in a $2.00 combo, and the mood of the shoppers–and shopkeepers–is genial, not harassed.
On December 24, the final parade (led by Santa and the Mrs.) goes to the bandstand on the riverfront (the block behind Main Street) and wishes all those gathered a merry Christmas. At the close of the short ceremony, Mr. and Mrs. Claus get into their sleigh and head home so Santa can begin delivering gifts.
I took pictures as we shopped and wandered and, when we got home, Ted and I agreed that shopping at the mall was fine, but shopping on Main Street was fun.
Some of the carolers singing beside the sidewalk.
Father Christmas (English) told us that in England, “merry” means “drunk”; therefore, in England, it is more appropriate to wish people a “happy Christmas.”
The jester struck a pose for me when he saw my camera.
Here comes the drum and fife corps.
This might be a modern Santa. I’m quite sure this is not a “period” motorcycle. Notice the trimmings on the shops in the background. The entire district is decorated like this.
Just as the shops were closing, there was a final choral performance by the historic characters at the Main Street gazebo.
As it got dark, the holiday lights came on.
These are some of the decorated trees in Frontier Park along the Missouri Riverfront, just behind the Main Street shops.
Shall we expect future tweets when this is discovered?
Shining our light
Today, to “be the light,” Ted and I helped two ladies with their walkers. As we left the building, they were getting out of their van in a handicapped parking space and I could hear the lady nearest to me huffing and puffing as she very slowly worked her way back from the car door to the open trunk, holding onto her van for support. I asked if I could help–just as another woman in the same condition appeared on the other side of the van.
The ladies gratefully accepted the offer of help and I got the walkers out of the trunk, opened them up, and put them in a ready-to-go position for each lady. While I did this in the 20-degree weather, Ted helped Lady #2 put on her much-needed coat, which was also a struggle for her.
When everything was ready to go and the van was all locked up, both ladies thanked us profusely. They were so appreciative of our small service of a few minutes that one said, “You’ve done your good deed for the whole year.”
This is something Ted and I would have done anyway–with or without Jeff’s “light the world” project–because that’s what our parents taught us to do. I find this to be true of the kindnesses I’ve done this week as part of our family challenge. Every act has been something I would have done anyway. The difference this month is that, instead of doing these small things as they occur in my life, I’m making a greater effort to find someone every day who needs an act of kindness. That’s definitely a positive thing.
And we are “go”
Last night, we had our second meeting of the docs–Dr. Polineni, Dr. John, and Dr. Me–to iron out some details for training Dr. P.’s teachers in India. It was a very positive and fruitful meeting and we are all feeling good about the upcoming trainings.
At our first group meeting several months ago, Dr. P. told John and me that the schools in India (with only a handful of exceptions) have been teaching by memorization since the 1980s. The basic method of instruction is for the teachers to write the lesson material on the board and for the students to copy that material, memorize it, and spit it back word-for-word on the test. The graduates of this instructional method, Dr. P. said, are about 90 percent what he called “technicians”–people who can follow the steps that result in a product. Classroom discussion, questioning, and elaboration are not part of the curriculum, and creative and innovative thinking are not taught or fostered.
What Dr. P. wants John and me to do is guide the instructors in his school to develop an interactive teaching style that will foster creative thinking. One of my graduate textbooks by K. Patricia Cross includes the observation that “Teaching without learning is just talking.” If the teachers in Dr. P.’s school are just talking, John and I have some serious training to do. We choose to accept this mission.
The major results of last night’s meeting are: We will be leaving for India February 9; I have scheduled my necessary inoculations for next week Tuesday; Dr. P. is going to reserve our airline tickets; and Dr. P. is checking on what we need for multiple-entry visas, since we will be doing follow-up trainings several months apart. John and I, meanwhile, continue to prepare our training materials.
This is all starting to feel very real and I’m getting very excited. Nine weeks to India and counting. What an adventure!
Light the World ?
Jeff’s church has launched a campaign to “Light the World.” The initiative encourages people everywhere to do service for others and to “be a light” to them. Jeff challenged our entire family to find ways to “light the world” this month, and we have all accepted the challenge. Here are things we’ve already shared that we did yesterday:
–Jeff left a note on the front door of his office building that said “You are awesome.”
–Kathy fed stray cats.
–Thom helped a “wrong number” caller find the right number.
–Kari helped a fourth grade girl look for a lost-on-the-playground hair tie her grandma had made for her.
–Ted and I made an anonymous scholarship contribution to the community college.
I have always enjoyed performing random acts of kindness, but Jeff’s challenge will encourage all of us to make a special effort to be kind and helpful to others in the coming days. The challenge continues, as I encourage anyone reading this to “light the world” a little bit every day this month and afterward.
FedEx (eventually) delivers
I was shopping on November 26 and found two long-sleeved shirts I liked. Unfortunately, the store did not have them in my size, but was willing to send them to my home via free shipping. I was told they have to say it will take 7-9 business days, but it usually arrives much sooner. My past experience has shown this to be true. Except this time.
I tracked my package and saw that the package was at the FedEx location in Groveport, Ohio on November 28 and arrived in Earth City, MO via Champaign, IL on November 29–a distance of 441 miles in about 14.5 hours. It left the Earth City location November 30, and my tracking record showed an expected delivery date from the Post Office on December 1. On December 2, Ted and I were near the local FedEx store (across the street from the St. Peters Post Office), so we stopped in to ask what was taking so long to get a package from Earth City to the St. Peters Post Office–a distance of 12.6 miles, according to Google Maps. The lady told me it was probably put in the wrong place on the truck and she’d have the driver look for it.
I was still waiting for the package on December 5, so I called FedEx Customer Service to see what was taking so long to get the package from Earth City to St. Peters. (Note that I remained very polite throughout the following telephone conversation.)
The FedEx customer service lady told me that if the tracking record says my package is in transit, it is on a truck, but since my shipper only paid for 7-9 day delivery, I shouldn’t expect it for 7-9 business days. I pointed out that if this is true, my package had already spent 4-5 business days on the truck (does FedEx do 7-9 day deliveries on Saturdays?), and that it seemed like a long time to drive it 12.6 miles, when I could have walked the distance in less than a day. I asked if it might have been put on the wrong truck or in an incorrect place on the right truck, and I was told again that since my shipper only paid for 7-9 day delivery, it would take 7-9 business days for my package to arrive. I asked if the driver was just going to leave my package on the truck until the 7-9 days were up, and if so, wouldn’t it make more business sense for FedEx to fill the truck with one-day deliveries than to use the gas to drive my package around for a week instead of unloading it? I was told that since my shipper only paid for 7-9 day delivery . . . (you get the drift).
Today, 8 business days later (if Saturday is a FedEx business day), using 6 business days to travel the final 12.6 miles, my package arrived–right on schedule.
You bet! Only six business days to drive my package 12.6 miles.
Two long-sleeved shirts, safely (and slowly) delivered.
Date night
Over a year ago, while we were sitting around at Thom’s house during his wedding weekend, Kari told me she thought it would be fun to have date nights with Dean. I immediately offered to babysit any time. Well, only fourteen months later, they finally asked us to babysit the boys. Beam was hosting a company dinner, and Kari and Dean wanted to attend the event. Ted and I assumed we would babysit at Kari and Dean’s house; Kari and Dean assumed we would babysit at our house. At least the location issue came up in conversation so we could clarify that before zero hour.
We picked the boys up and gave them the option of choosing where they wanted to eat dinner. Guess what they picked.
Teddy marks the spot.
Of course, everyone ordered a shake and the boys ordered their regular menu item: chicken fingers. Yummy! It’s questionable whether Sky and Dylan had more chicken or more ketchup on the chicken. Whatever. They definitely enjoyed the meal. (And ours was not the table that spilled a liquid beverage over three people and a large floor area, requiring a major clean-up by the SnS crew.)
All the tables were full, so we crowded into a booth. Teddy got all the SnS hats.
After we finished eating, we came home, Ted lit a fire in the fireplace, and we watched Home Alone and The Polar Express–both perennial favorites for all of us. Of course, movies require popcorn, and salty popcorn likes to be followed with cold and creamy ice cream, so we broke out the food between movies.
Watching “Home Alone.” Note that Ted and Sky like to sit with their arms behind their heads. Each of them also has a foot pillow.
With dinner and a double feature, it got to be a late night. Shortly after 10:00, Kari and Dean arrived to pick up the boys. The Polar Express still had 30-40 minutes to go so I offered to send the DVD home with the kids, but the majority vote was to finish the movie and sleep later in the morning.
What an enjoyable night! I hope Kari and Dean want more date nights soon.
Eggcorn definition
Who doesn’t love reading the Grammarly blog (http://www.grammarly.com/blog)? Really? Not everyone? Well, no matter. Fortunately, I read it regularly and can share grammar wisdom with my handful of readers.
Today, I learned about eggcorns–words that sound similar to and have a meaning that sort of works in place of the original word. (Who knew there was a real word for errors like this? Thanks to Grammarly, now we do.) The term eggcorn appeared in an article by a linguist in September 2003 and described the case of a woman who used the word eggcorn instead of acorn. To qualify as an eggcorn, the substituted sound must preserve at least some sense of the original word. Eggcorn appeared in the Oxford English Dictionary in 2010 and Merriam-Webster recognized it in 2015.
Lip singing is an example of an eggcorn. Lip singing involves people moving their lips as if they were singing, and sounds a lot like lip syncing, the original word. Another example is old timer’s disease which sounds like Alzheimer’s disease and mostly affects the elderly. Eardropping means that you are listening in on someone else’s conversation, much like eavesdropping. A self-refilling prophecy not only fulfills itself, but apparently does so repeatedly.
There are some other types of errors that don’t count as eggcorns. One is the mondegreen, which is similar to an eggcorn, but misconstrues the lyrics to a song or other type of performance, such as “Hang on, Snoopy (Sloopy)” by the McCoys. Listeners (me) of Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival might hear “There’s a bathroom on the right” for the line “There’s a bad moon on the rise.” (Again, who knew there was a real word for this?) Another type of error is the malapropism, which features a similar substitution of sounds, but results in a word or phrase that doesn’t make sense within the context. “Illiterate (obliterate) him from your memory” and “comprehending (apprehending) criminals” are malapropisms.
Tonight, I heard an eggcorn in actual usage when the TV newscaster unwittingly referred to the students’ after-curricular activities, rather than using the original term, extra-curricular activities. My all-time favorite eggcorn, however, is a word Kari used when she was about five years old: rememory. It’s so good, I sometimes deliberately use it when I have a rememory. I personally think rememory is an excellent word, and I’d put it on an advanced eggcorn level because it uses similar sounds of two related words to make a combined meaning of remembering a memory. Go, Kari. You rock!
So many choices
It could be a bad hair day
It’s time for a re-read
November 29 was the 184th anniversary of Louisa May Alcott’s birth. Google celebrated with a Google doodle.
That’s Beth at the piano, Jo running with books, blonde-haired Amy painting, Meg embroidering, and Laurie, the neighbor boy who marries Amy. I think the picture on the wall is Louisa May Alcott. Can you find “Google” in the doodle?
Seeing the Google doodle made me want to re-read Little Women, one of my favorite books. I usually re-read it every one or two years. I have two copies of the book: one was my mother’s, and one was a gift from my brother Tom. Given the appearance of my mother’s handwriting, she might have received her copy of the book at about the same age Tom gave me my copy.
Little Women was originally published in two volumes in 1868 and 1869. Both of my copies include the entire story in a single volume. Interestingly, neither copy includes a copyright date. This could be because Louisa May Alcott never copyrighted the book, or because any book published before 1923 is in the public domain.
The blue book was my mother’s; the top one is mine.
Both copies marked by their owners.
Birthday; therefore, Bentley’s
Wednesday evening we drove to the Lake of the Ozarks to celebrate Ted’s birthday with dinner at Bentley’s. We wanted to avoid the Christmas rush, and Bentley’s is closed all of January, so we opted for an early celebration.
The day was dry, but cloudy. Just like Monday, however, we experienced the “sunny by dark” effect and enjoyed a brief late fall sunset. It was only a few minutes before sunset that the sun starting shining on the clouds and turning them red.
The dinner, as always, was wonderful. Merrill, our favorite waiter, knows our order by heart: grilled salmon for Ted (the best salmon he’s ever had, according to him) and pepper steak with red wine sauce for me (the only place I’ve ever had such good pepper steak). Add a glass of wine for each of us and, for dessert, “The Thing” for Ted and a grasshopper for me. “The Thing” is a generous serving of ice cream with hard shell chocolate, nuts, strawberries, and whipped cream. Ted loves it. The grasshopper is thick enough to eat with a spoon, but I use the straw. It takes a long time with the straw, but gives us more time to enjoy the ambience and dining experience at Bentley’s.
Next visit to Bentley’s: my birthday.
Help!
Some Sky-music
Tonight we were able to attend Sky’s middle school orchestra concert. Wow! The music they played was noticeably more difficult than what they play in the elementary school concerts. The program was a mix of classical, holiday, and pop music. The highlight piece was undoubtedly the Star Wars theme, complete with light sticks attached to the bows.
The music director has obviously done this before. At the opening of the program, she announced that this is the best the kids will look, so she’d be stepping aside to give us a chance to take our pictures. We did, and we had a very, very enjoyable evening.
Sky tuning up before the concert
The middle school orchestra. Sky is in front of the bass ahead of the doorway in the upper right.
“Light sabers” attached to the instrument bows in the darkened auditorium to perform the “Star Wars” theme
Exercise like a baby
I’ve had pain in the ribs on the right side of my back since May. I’ve tried muscle relaxers and anti-inflammatory medications, as well as physical therapy, with no improvement. A CT scan showed that three of my ribs are inflamed and are possibly rubbing against the lower part of my shoulder blade, thus preventing healing.
The orthopedist who ordered the CT scan suggested that I see some “new generation” specialists who focus on micro muscular exercises for treatment. I’ve been working with the specialists for two weeks. They predict that, after three weeks of treatment, I will notice a lessening of the pain, although it might take longer to completely eradicate it.
Ryan and John (they are doctors who go by their first names) focus on core strength, but they back up–way back! In the room where they teach me the exercises, they have posters of babies on the wall. I asked John about them and he said yes, they base much of their practice on the ways in which babies develop core strength. According to the poster, these are called neuromuscular stabilization exercises in developmental positions. That makes it sound more medical.
It’s pretty interesting to look at the baby’s poses and the adult’s poses. It will be even more interesting if this alleviates the pain I’ve been feeling. I guess I’m going back to my roots. Or am I going back to my youth?
Forecast: Sunny by dark
Today was a rainy day and the mall is always deserted on Mondays, so Ted and I decided to walk in the mall and get our three miles in. We arrived just in time for the sun to break through the clouds at sunset. The back edge of the rain clouds picked up the beautiful sunset colors.
One of the NWS forecasters once wrote a forecast that included the prediction “sunny by dark.” That’s what we had today.
It’s the same old, same old
I still love him. I just love him 47+ years more now than I did then.
June 14, 1969
November 5, 2016
Kyle and Lauren’s wedding–Part 2
Kyle sent us some wedding photos. I assume the official photographer took these, since they look good, have good lighting, and are all front views rather than off-side views from where the rest of us were standing for our free shots. I’m posting them here, even though some are duplicates of those taken with our camera. These have much better lighting effects. ♥
Guess who?
Bride and groom with favorite aunt and uncle.
Celebrity shot–the bride and groom posed with four of their fans.
Dancing to a slow song. (We didn’t know we were on camera.)
Sweet dreams coming up
Our new mattress arrived today. The good news: the top surface is level, rather than worn into hollows and hills. It might have been a bit of hyperbole to say the center of the old mattress had a mountain range-like ridge between two valleys, but it was like a tiny flaw on a tooth that’s magnified by the tongue. The bad news: the new mattress is, of course, thicker than the old one, so our sheets didn’t fit. In spite of my vow to go nowhere near a retail establishment this Black Friday weekend, we had to go shopping for sheets with one-inch deeper corner pockets to make the bed. Nothing is ever easy, is it?
The old mattress. It’s not too bad to look at, but you can see the “valley” on the left and the hump in the middle.
The new mattress. The top surface is comfortably level.
Thanksgiving
Kari’s family joined us for Thanksgiving dinner tonight. We included Kari and Dean’s friend, Jerry, who is recently divorced and would have spent the day alone. Jerry brought a bottle of wine and another pie, so he’s welcome to come again any time. (Just kidding.)
When Ted and I were in Wal-Mart recently, we saw Thanksgiving tablecloths and napkins for $1.00 per package. Who can resist a bargain like that? With the colorful table “linens” (hah!), my pumpkin-vased fresh flowers, and some fall-colored candles, the table looked very festive.
Not surprisingly, we had ham for the meat course. The boys were so eager for it that they skipped lunch to make sure they’d have plenty of room for ham and for pie with whipped cream. They ate so much food, they couldn’t finish their pie. A good time was had by all, and Teddy took his leftover pie home in a to-go container to eat for lunch tomorrow.
I am amazed almost daily at the number of things I have to be thankful for in my life. I am truly blessed in many, many ways.
Once upon a mattress . . .
Our mattress is nine-and-a-half years old. As Ted and I lay in bed this morning, we noticed (again) that there are hollows just our sizes on each side of the mattress with a high point between and the length of the hollows. When the bed is made and the weight of the mattress pad, the down comforter, and the quilted bedspread fall into place, the bed surface looks like two valleys with a mountain range between them.
We’ve been saying that it’s time to buy a new mattress, but this morning was different. We asked what we’re waiting for, and we went out shopping. The new mattress will be delivered Friday afternoon. Suddenly, two more nights on the old mattress seem like a hardship, when just last night, it wasn’t bad at all. Unfortunately, we didn’t see any wine box mattresses for sale.
Liz and me?
One of the questions I asked Ted yesterday was who I’d be with if I called to tell him I was in trouble. He quickly replied, “Liz.” That reminded me of a sign I saw in a store window several years ago. I immediately thought of Liz when I saw the sign. I guess Ted knows me (and Liz) pretty well.
Note: Liz and I have never been in trouble–or in jail. Yet.
How he sees me
Katie posted an interesting activity on Facebook, so I tried it. The directions are to, without prompting, ask your husband these questions and then write exactly what he says. Some of Ted’s responses surprised me, but here they are.
What is something I always say? ♥ I love you.
What makes me happy? ♥ You’re almost always happy. You’re an optimist.
What makes me sad? ♥ Not much any more, but when we didn’t have much money, you would sometimes be sad.
How tall am I? ♥ 5′ 5″.
What’s my favorite thing to do? ♥ Sit on the sofa in the evening while I rub your feet.
What do I do when you’re not around? ♥ Read and sit outside by the pool.
If I become famous, what will it be for? ♥ A new teaching principle.
What makes you proud of me? ♥ That you got your doctorate. And you’re in good shape cuz you exercise.
What’s my favorite food? ♥ Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia.
What’s my favorite restaurant? ♥ Bentley’s.
Where is my favorite place to visit? ♥ The Outer Banks.
If I could go anywhere, where would it be? ♥ Europe. Italy, Germany, or Switzerland.
How do I annoy you? ♥ By worrying so much about things like not having time to finish everything.
What is my favorite movie? ♥ Gone with the Wind.
Who is my celebrity crush? ♥ I don’t think you have a crush, but I’d say George Clooney.
You get a phone call that I’m in trouble. Who am I with? ♥ Liz.
Time to go shopping
Trending
A few days ago, I sent this to Katie.
Today, Katie replied with this.
Fact check: I’m sure both of the above statements are absolutely true, although the first one should say its, not their, and the percentage goes down in the second one if you factor in the second set of grandparents. We need better editors when there are such important pieces of wisdom to be shared.
Cute
Ted and I went out to lunch. Since it was a gray, blustery day, I ordered a cup of hot chocolate. It came with the whipped cream on the side in a miniature milk can. Awww!
Math humor
Hmmm
